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March 17, 2016

Sometimes it’s fun to kick it old school and just blog a little snapshot of a day in the life, you know?

Or maybe it’s just me. I like reading those kinds of posts, seeing a little glimpse of the life of the blogger whose words I so enjoy.

I’ve shared less about my kids in this space lately, and it’s mostly intentional but partly just a product of the busy season we’re in. Right now I’m sitting in my favorite local coffee shop enjoying a couple of precious and uninterrupted hours, and sipping a really good cappuccino. Like Roman good. I asked the girl if the advertised “traditional cappuccino” was a new drink for them, and she told me it had just been hiding on the menu all this time. I enthusiastically ordered one up, becoming, she told me, the third person to ever do so. So it sounds like they’re gonna be big sellers. But it’s small and perfectly proportioned and actually tastes like a cappuccino, not like a foamy latte in a 500 calorie bath of whole milk.

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Mmmm.

This morning I scattered fruit snacks around a Shining Light St. Patrick doll (thanks, Chantal!) the last of the stash that our kids were given when I hosted a giveaway for them back in the Fall. I was proud of myself for remembering that I’d tucked the good bishop away in a box until 11pm last night when I dug him up, along with the aforementioned “snacks fruit,” as Evie calls them, and made the least impressive centerpiece for the breakfast table ever. They were thrilled though. Because kids don’t know what Pinterest is.

I have all kinds of crazy projects and ideas swirling around in my brain, but I don’t seem to have the same amount of time available to execute on much beyond my regular blogging and keeping diapers on people’s butts. I think I’m approaching that phase of motherhood where your days are blurred by the pace of constant activity and pivoting and refocusing and then it’s 9:14 pm and you’re dropping into a puddle of exhaustion on the couch and trying to decide between dishes, laundry, or “just a quick episode of House Hunters and some mindless internet scrolling.”

10:46 pm: oops…

It’s good though. Life with 4 kids is surprisingly good. Yesterday I took them to chicfila because I can’t remember, but it seemed like a good idea at the time, and everyone was pretty well behaved and I didn’t have to pull Genevieve out of the play structure (another mom was already up there, score) and then Luke projectile vomited the entire contents of a baby food pouch into my hands and all over his carseat. And after I threw a pile of useless non absorbent papery napkins on top of him I just started laughing and snapping pictures, because why not?

Luke

Digital photography did not do this situation justice.

He’s almost 19 fat pounds at 7 months old, so I’ve been meaning to swap him to a convertible carseat soon anyway. He just forced (and soaked) my hand.

Joey, 5.5 years old, surprised me and the nurses’ assistant at our doctor’s office yesterday by proceeding to do mental math as he was having his vitals recorded during our visit. She and I exchanged shocked expressions over his platinum head as he started reciting “5+4 is 9, 3+3 is 6, 1+7 is 8…” it was crazy. Because I had no idea he even knew what addition was. And, when pressed, neither did he. 

joey

Montessori for the win.

John Paul has decided that he’s going to be a priest when he grows up, and it’s completely adorable because about 40% of the time he clarifies that statement with “or an astronaut.” At bedtime he prays for the following people, in this order: “everybody in the world, everybody in Purgatory, everyone in Heaven (<—and he won’t be dissuaded from that), everybody I know, everybody in a rocket ship, and everybody on the International Space Station.”

JP

Yes, son, that about covers it.

Joey also has a vocation, which makes me a proud mother indeed. It’s to football. He tells me “God is calling me to tackle people down. I have a vocation to tackling.”

Evie, now 27 months old, is my first true taste of the terrible twos. It’s more like terribly funny, but other times it’s actually terrible. Last night I texted daddy some smoke signals about bedtime antics and how she was writhing like a speared eel in distress. I stand by that observation. Yesterday afternoon I caught her nearly naked, sitting on the counter with her guilty paws in the coffee grinder (super safe), licking espresso grounds off her fingers.

I cannot imagine, for the life of me, where she comes by her expensive and exotic tastes.

Evie

She’s also ready to potty train, and I won’t tell you exactly how she’s demonstrated that to me, but rest assured that it has been repeatedly and publicly demonstrated, and I think that God used her the other night to confirm a friend’s religious vocation when we were relaxing after a nice dinner with their community and she raised a single finger to show him something she found incredibly interesting.

I, however, am not yet sufficiently psyched up to cross that damp and filthy bridge. Maybe in the spring thaw.

I whipped up this little graphic this morning after reading the whole of St. Patrick’s famous breastplate poem, and realizing that I’d mostly ever only read pieces of it. I thought this section was powerful.

st paddy breastplate

I hope the luck of the Irish steers every one of you away from green beer tonight and towards a well poured Guinness or a fine pint of Murphy’s.

Slainte!

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11 Comments

  • Reply Brittney March 17, 2016 at 3:21 pm

    Praise hands for “because kids don’t know what Pinterest is”! I kept running across all of these leprechaun traps on FB and I’m in no way participating in that sort of crazy. We went the traditional route of lucky charms for a snack and I’m not sure if the kids could have been more thrilled.

    • Reply Jenny Uebbing March 17, 2016 at 9:18 pm

      right?! I let them make green jello with their babysitter this afternoon and it was literally Disney World. (Not that I’m ever cluing them in to what that is, haha)

  • Reply Florence Hupf March 17, 2016 at 4:26 pm

    Thank you so much for blessing me with this blog. We, too, have four (grown) children and six grands.
    I could appreciate every single word you wrote today! We had quiet St. Patrick’s Day, as my husband has Alz., but I have a green shiny hat on my front door. His mom was Irish, and his maternal grandparents were straight out of the old country.

    My outgoing msg. today on our home phone was “Feth and begora, I’m baking soda bread and cookin’ cabbage…leave a number and I’ll be gettin’ back with ya.” I tried my best to sound like the old Irish.

    Our parish was founded by Irish priests. When our children started there, they came home saying they could now speak Irish. I got excited, thinking it was Gaelic, but they spouted off what the nuns had said,”Where’s me book, where’s me pen, where’s me chalk?” I laughed and and laughed. The late and precious Sr. Bridget would sometimes skip geography and take the kids outside to teach them The Irish Jig! I thought that was wonderful, and thanked God for her. Still do.

    • Reply Jenny Uebbing March 17, 2016 at 9:18 pm

      God bless you Florence, I’m glad you’re here!

  • Reply Amanda March 17, 2016 at 4:52 pm

    My baby, who shares Luke’s birthday, came in just under 13 lb last week at the doctor. I thought there can’t be THAT much variation….but dang. Holding out in the bottom 1% here, but on her growth chart 🙂

    • Reply Jenny Uebbing March 17, 2016 at 9:17 pm

      don’t worry, that’s his big sister’s demographic too! Evie is 27 months and about 23 pounds so…he’s coming for her, haha 🙂

  • Reply Michele March 17, 2016 at 10:33 pm

    Ditto to potty training. Just ditto.

  • Reply Laura Rose March 18, 2016 at 12:25 pm

    I love your posts so much and yes, it’s wonderful to hear about your lovely family! They are all such sweet and silly little characters!!

  • Reply Sheila March 18, 2016 at 5:27 pm

    My son (almost 3) demonstrated his readiness to potty train the exact same way. We called him “The Villian StinkFinger”.

  • Reply jeanette March 19, 2016 at 1:40 pm

    I love the vivid “licking espresso grounds off her fingers” image!

    Motherhood: never a dull moment x 4 kids =

    exponentially good life…

    • Reply Jenny Uebbing March 21, 2016 at 12:03 pm

      Imagine my surprise when she appeared to really, truly enjoy the flavor of it. She’s definitely part Italian, at least by origin…

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